Fast Asleep after “Awake in the Night” You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late. Midnight, one o’clock, two . . . I hear
Whose Sky, Between A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to all walls, a tiredness of how well we mourn. How well I do not pray. How well we tried.
He said one day when we are old, we— and his saying so was pure joy for even as we savored last summer’s berries in our mouths, forced the juice from the pulp with our tongues, we knew: one day,
Bring back our girls. Bring back our dresses untorn bring wind for them bring our barrettes and the pretties we wanted bring back our chalk and the flies with no secrets bring tear-splash on kerchieves of mothers bring solace
After you kicked me out, and moved Vicki in, I spilled my guts to the Armenian drug dealer at the Glendale Galleria. He told me he’d fix my Porsche, pay off my credit cards, keep me in cashmere and coke,
More dream now than memory, though memory is all it is: after an early dinner, I’m dropping them off at their cottage, beside the artificial pond in the retirement community she loves and he hates. Families of geese are crossing